I put the bottle on the table and felt a small hand on my leg. Stewie had taken off his pacifier and was asking for something else. He seamed to still...be hungry and had his arms extended to grab anything that could feed him.Anything?I looked to the kitchen and saw mom cooking in a trance like state. With the TV on, it was unlikely that she would catch him.-Are you still hungry Stewie, I asked in a whisper. I have more milk for you right here.I unzipped my pants and slipped out my small. Giggling came from the door way, Olga shook her head and said, “What a perfect song!” "Oh God! She knows I listen to ABBA! I’m not the cool guy she thinks I am," I thought to myself in a panic. “Uh, wrong CD it’s my parents,” I mumbled, ready to take it out. She grabbed my wrist and started to dance side to side. “Don’t! I love ABBA. It’s my guilty little pleasure.” She sang along to the song and I found myself relaxing. After our little dance around my room, we sat on the bed, side by side. I. Why? It just made me feel so soft and feminine, and I liked the feeling. I just wasn’t sure if I liked that I liked the feeling. “Well, I think I should do what you suggested, and I don’t know anyone whom it would be better to do it.” “I’m so flattered that you feel that way.” “So, I don’t know how to begin exactly, I mean....” “It’s okay sweetheart, we can take it slowly.” Christ, that ‘sweetheart’ crap really does it to me. Fuck! “So honey, when would you like to get together?” “Tomorrow is. Lindsay noticed and winked at me approvingly.“She is the only one who can take Charity out of her cage or give her orders. I’ll let you ask her to bring you food or make something, but if you need anything more than that, it needs to go through Lindsay or me. Don’t feel bad if she has to pee or needs water. Lindsay is going to take care of all of that, and if she doesn’t, then I want you to tell me,” Dad assured us he’d listen.“Lindsay is also going to be making sure that you do your homework.